Lost somewhere

From a distance 

I can hear him sighing 

Watery eyes

Tears dripping down his cheeks. 

An young lad that he is

Lost in a strange land 

Lost from himself 

Lost from his kith and kin. 

Paths lead to more paths

Labyrinth that it is

But no goal at sight

He makes a goal on the path he stood 

Toys of clay

That will wither to clay 

One day

Knows that, he too

Yet it’s good to be busy

He thinks

All around he sees people 

Busy in the game of existing 

Willingly he participates, too

Yet in the din of silence 

He can hear his lament 

Pathos of pain

That stirs his soul